Tom is Away

wife’s car in shop (again??), my car in her possession; more than usual, I have an excuse not to even step outside the house.

too early in the semester to have to email bad news to students, isn’t it?

disaster averted, at least for now.

trying to figure out why everyone in Temple’s MBA program looks like Jon Favreau

1st day of real classes shockingly great so far. one class left; prepping self for deflating disaster

As Lee said when he forwarded this article to me, I can’t believe this is real and not in The Onion: Pushing Military Styles to a New Level of Ferocity (NYTimes)

trying to at least double, but hopefully triple, the amount of reading I do this year. And, no, this doesn’t count as a New Year’s resolution.

developing an emergency plan in case one of the many unleashed and seemingly unattended dogs in this neighborhood ever decides to attack while I’m walking my dogs. Current plan: shriek like a girl and pretend to be dead.

cramming.

studying reruns of The Dog Whisperer. Determined to fix these dogs (or, more specifically, the one crazy dog)

Texas votes to do all kinds of crazy crap to its textbooks

(insert here: a textual representation of my heart clenching in rage)

why does Hollywood keep churning out movies set in Victorian England? Is there really an audience for this?

monkeying with syllabi. Weeks of planning undone by last-minute second-guessing/panic.

looking through old photos again. I’ve determined that my dad and I are the least photographed members of the family.

I would like going to the Phillies website more if it weren’t so poorly and confusingly designed.

hustling. almost not-late leaving the house this morning. not bad.

back to work tomorrow.
good news is all I have to do is work for about 4 months, then I have 3 months off (paid). remind me of this next time I complain about my job.

pricing flights to Denver.

from an email, re: a schedule sent out to the entire department:

“please disregard the last schedule, because all the dates are off by 4 years and 1 day.”

rocky start.

too nice not to walk the dogs. burning off a little bit of the crazy.